3am and the world is dark
Everywhere except the blue-white light from my phone.
Fell asleep on the sofa .. again.
There was a message from her waiting when I woke up.
Asking if I was awake and wanted to talk.
I wasn’t and I didn’t.
She says that she misses me.
I miss her too, but not enough.
Not enough to make the effort, invite her over, spend the night wrapped in her arms.
Or legs. Continue reading “So what’s wrong with me?”
I hadn’t heard from her in over a year, since that last mad Friday before Christmas when Glasgow goes nuts for the day.
Just like everywhere else.
The city centre is full of drunken works party nights, fights erupting because the alcohol has lowered the inhibitions and given the pent up frustrations a voice, or a fist.
Guys making complete arses of themselves trying to get off with that office girl they fancy, who isn’t really interested, but he’s hoping to catch her in a weak moment.
Worse .. the office girl giving it to the lecherous and probably married boss, then regretting it the next morning after she wakes up alone to find that he’s disappeared back to the wife at 3am.
She called me drunkenly at 1am asking me to join her and her friends at some club in town.
She swore down the phone that she loved me, despite that fact that she was 6 months pregnant with her and her husband’s fourth child. Continue reading “Wolf – Once?”
I love being single
Full-stop, next sentence.
There’s no need to add any reasons … as in .. I love being single because ..
Nope, I just love being single.
I guess if you’re asking me for reasons it’s mainly because of the freedom that comes with living alone and being able to do anything I want when I want.
Continue reading “Wolf – 10 – Service Provider?”
I’m fucking her now, ten minutes ago we had arrived at mine, kissing lustily even before the front door closed.
My hands were all over her, sliding across the satin silkiness of her dress.
She wasn’t complaining. Continue reading “Wolf – 6 – Sliding”
As we got on the train together she bumped me for a moment then I held back and let her pass as gentlemen do.
She was just that little bit pushy, her need or urgency to get in and grab a seat seemed greater than mine.
She’s sitting across from me now.
Late 40s, long dark hair, slim, probably a bit too slim.
Yep that’s right, being too slim is a real thing.
Personally I don’t know many guys who like skinny women.
Slim is good as long as there is shape, curves, hips, tits, arse.
But not too curvy, not curves on curves. That’s just excessive fat.
I know this one guy who was married to a skinny girl with a straight up and down boyish figure. Continue reading “Train Stories – Contagious. “
She was a babe in her day
But that day isn’t today
Or even yesterday
Not even 10 years ago
When she was 40
She’s a cougar
A slinky sexy cat on heat
Who looks at me
Like I’m fresh meat
She smiles her perfect smile
But I was only joking
Looking for some fun
She touches my arm
As she tells me of
All the things she likes
That I like too
Then licks her lips as I reply
Holding my eye
I wonder what else
She’d like to hold
Continue reading “The Sweeter The Tune?”
What is it with girls butts that I love so much?
Hey .. don’t worry .. its not just butts!
I parked the car about 500 yards from the train station this morning and as I started my walk down the road she appeared from a side street .. tall, blonde, not a slim girly girl .. more of your full-bodied woman kinda girl.
She’s probably just a little bit chunky .. but what a lovely ass she had!
It was mesmerising, rolling to one side and the other as she took each step.
I was 80 yards behind but it caught my attention and now I’m walking behind her with her ass directly in my eyeline, a most enjoyable sight as I drew closer, finally arriving at the station only 10 feet behiond her.
But what was it about her ass that made it so wonderful to watch?
Continue reading “I See You Baby …”